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Wanted to share an essay I just published on Rosh Hashana and the Shofar. Here’s a section of it… check the link for the whole thing. And please subscribe if you enjoy it!! 🙏 💞 …. Tuesday morning at synagogue I relished in the blast of the Shofar. For you lovely gentiles, sinners, and Jews who are more Ish, the Shofar is a ceremonial rams-horn-horn that has been announcing the new moon, rallying Maccabees, and startling congregations of bubbes and zaydes for thousands of years. The shofar has four notes that map the human condition: -Tekiah is presence: the steady note that plants your feet and reminds you to Be Here Now. -Shevarim is fracture: the broken cry that reminds us we’re never whole without breaking first. -Teruah is disruption: the staccato alarm clock that shatters the illusion and demands awakening. -And Tekiah Gedolah is endurance: the long exhale that says: begin again, but this time with more breath, more faith, more heart, more love. The first tekiah—that long, steady note—cut straight through the chatter in my head. It’s funny how a single sound can do what a thousand thoughts can’t: return you to the room you’re already in. My feet landed on the floor and my Dad leaned in with a cheeky whisper: “I knew her when she was Abby.” The program listed the Ba’al Tekiyah (Master of the Blast—best job title ever) as Aviva. The world shifts; identities realign; the sound is the same. submitted by /u/famous_amos |
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